6x15 POTTR

The Gil and Lady Heather moments with a screencap of that moment.

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HALLWAY OUTSIDE FORENSIC AUTOPSY]

(Grissom waits outside the hallway, a file folder in his hands. Lady Heather
exits the morgue and stops abruptly when she sees Grissom there.)

GRISSOM: Hi. I'm so sorry about your loss.

LAYD HEATHER: But you need to ask me some questions.

GRISSOM: I'd like to know some things about your daughter. When was the last
time you saw her?

LADY HEATHER: She dropped out of school about a year ago. I didn't even know
she was in town.

GRISSOM: So you weren't in contact with her?

LADY HEATHER: No.

GRISSOM: Can you tell me why?

LADY HEATHER: What difference does it make now?

GRISSOM: Did she have any medical conditions?

LADY HEATHER: Not that I know of.

GRISSOM: Because in November, she participated in a medical study at the Betz
Clinic. Right after that, she went missing.

LADY HEATHER: Where was she found?

GRISSOM: In the desert.

LADY HEATHER: Just out in the middle of nowhere?

GRISSOM: Off highway 55, near Sparks.

(She's quiet. A grim look of determination crosses her face.)

LADY HEATHER: I have to go.

(Lady Heather brushes past Grissom and leaves. He turns around and watches her
go.)

GARAGE (LEVEL 5) -- DAY]

(The elevator bell dings and the doors open. Grissom exits and heads for his
car. He stops when he sees Lady Heather waiting for him.)

GRISSOM: What are you doing here?

LADY HEATHER: I think I might be able to help you.

GRISSOM: I'm listening.

LADY HEATHER: You would have liked Zoe. She was a lot like you. Thoughtful,
pragmatic, patient. She was studying psychology. I appreciate that it would
have been difficult to have someone like me as a mother. But if I stressed
anything, it was empowerment and independence. So when she called me from
Boston last year to tell me that she was pregnant with her therapist's baby, I
got angry. Not with her, with him. He violated an oath. Not only was he
married, she was a patient. A junior in college with her whole life in front of
her.

GRISSOM: And you didn't want him to screw it up.

LADY HEATHER: (nods) I called the AMA, filed a complaint. They revoked his
license. Zoe stopped speaking to me.

GRISSOM: Did she have her baby?

LADY HEATHER: Your coroner couldn't confirm. I assumed you might need a DNA
sample from Mr. Wolfowitz.

(She reaches into her bag and takes out a rolled ziplog baggie. She gives the
baggie to Grissom.)

(He looks at the used condom inside.)

GRISSOM: How did you get this?

LADY HEATHER: The rage was stronger than the repulsion. People have used sex
for much less worthy causes.

GRISSOM: When did you ...

LADY HEATHER: Last night. You may not approve, Grissom, but you can't arrest
me for sleeping with him. He was consenting. I am playing by your rules. But
if I had it my way, this man would die the same way, my daughter died.

GRISSOM: He's already dead.

LADY HEATHER: What?

GRISSOM: He's been dead for two days.

LADY HEATHER: That's not possible.

POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- EVENING]

(Grissom talks with Lady Heather.)

GRISSOM: Are you and Mr. Wolfowitz acquainted?

LADY HEATHER: No.

GRISSOM: Why were you at his house?

LADY HEATHER: Breaking and entering.

GRISSOM: Is that why we found this etching in your handbag? You were stealing
it?

(He shows her the page from the book.)

LADY HEATHER: Yes.

GRISSOM: Why?

LADY HEATHER: Multiple reasons.

GRISSOM: Which are?

LADY HEATHER: You told me Zoe was having tests done at Betz. I found out who
oversaw the tests -- Mr. Wolfowitz. He lives close to where you found Zoe. If
I'm caught stealing, he may want the police to investigate.

 DESERT (OFF HIGHWAY 55, NEAR SPARKS) - NIGHT]

(Grissom takes the turn onto the dirty road and drives toward Lady Heather's
car.)

(In the spot where her daughter's body was found, Lady Heather unleashes her
rage and grief on Leon Sneller. Sneller is bound to the front of her car as she
whips him. His face and chest are cut and bloodied. He cries out with pain at
every crack of her whip.)

(Behind her, Grissom parks and gets out of his car.)

(Lady Heather doesn't let up.)

GRISSOM: (shouts) Heather! Stop it!

LADY HEATHER: No. Let me finish.

(Beyond reasoning and out of control, she continues to whip Sneller. She pulls
her whip back to continue, but Grissom steps forward and catches the end of the
whip.)

(She whirls around and tugs her whip, trying to get it out from Grissom's
grasp.)

GRISSOM: (shouts) You cannot do this!

LADY HEATHER: No! Let go! Let ... !

GRISSOM: No!

LADY HEATHER: (begs) Please ...

(The whip between them, she continues to struggle to get it free from his
grasp.)

GRISSOM: Stop. (firmly) Heather.

LADY HEATHER: (begging) Please ...

GRISSOM: I'm saying stop.

(Lady Heather stops and looks at Grissom. She gasps deep, heaving sobs.
Grissom pulls the whip closer, bringing him closer to her.)

(Dissolving into tears, Heather cries as Grissom holds her.)

POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- EVENING]

(Grissom continues to talk with Lady Heather.)

GRISSOM: However, if he refuses to press charges ...

LADY HEATHER: I'd have to ask myself what kind of person would do that.

GRISSOM: Someone with something to hide.

LADY HEATHER: Precisely.

(He nods.)

GRISSOM: Why, uh, steal this?

LADY HEATHER: It's one of the earliest illustrations of the Romulus and Remus
myth. It's printed from a plate. Must be worth thousands.

GRISSOM: So?

LADY HEATHER: Well, it looks like a page from a book. I find that people who
don't respect books have a general disregard for keeping things whole.

GRISSOM: So you think he stole it?

LADY HEATHER: I think a pencil pusher in a pharmaceutical lab couldn't afford
it.
 GRISSOM: Even if all this is true, we still don't know if he killed your
daughter.

LADY HEATHER: Too many coincidences.

GRISSOM: You have to stay away from him.

LADY HEATHER: You forfeited the right to give me advice some time ago. But
thank you.